Can't Kick Up the Roots

The golden groves are lined with affluence and roses

But the bag-heads down by Central Station are closer to where home is

It can be grim and send you West from time to time

Yeah, this place is such a shipwreck, but this shipwreck it is mine

Day by day, we grew to love this place

And where I'll make my grave, my anchor lays

I've been wasting away

But in a town with no way out

There's not much else to do anyway

If you're looking for a place to decay

Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry

I've seen a punch or two, narrowly escaped a few

And if you can get the day off, I could show you a view

I remember the football games, the first time that I got laid

And the time J broke his finger drinking by the lake

Day by day, we grew to love this place

And where I'll make my grave is where my anchor lays

The sound of my youth echoes out through these empty streets

I guess I can't kick up the roots

It's home and that's the truth

I've been wasting away

But in a town with no way out

There's not much else to do anyway

If you're looking for a place to decay

Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry

We know what it's like to be put down

So fuck you to the world and stand your ground

We know how to turn it inside out and get a little bit rowdy

We know what it's like to be put down

So fuck you to the world and stand your ground

We know how to turn it inside out and get a little bit

I've been wasting away

But in a town with no way out

There's not much else to do anyway

If you're looking for a place to decay (to decay)

Then there will always be a place in my town called Revelry

I'm not stuck, I'm staying

Yeah, I said, "I'm not stuck, I'm staying"

And if you've got sorrows to drown and the bottoms where you're bound

You will always have a place in my town called Revelry